I know my mummy is wonder woman.
I once thought it would be great if I could be too.

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream

I once pondered on being an average Sunday Christian. not serving so much and spending so much time.
but I thrashed that idea because that'd be just contradicting my principle of "want to do, then do your best". I wonder why people want to be Sunday Christians in the first place. I won't choose such meaningless existence.

Labels: mugging ramblings, S.T.R.E.S.S., sillythings